originally posted in:The New Dojo
A hooded figure sat in the far corner of the room. His cloak was tattered and a glowing rune or symbol was on the back of it. Disciple Gizmo, his name was. He was toying with some sort of old sailing compass. "Nothing but a mariners toy.. Tatakai is flat.. this ignorance, it must be purged..." he muttered.
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"Yer a loony..." The Irishman decided, doubting this man... Had much left in the other room so to speak. "This ain't the 800s, mate."